OK, my story is funny in it's own little way, not Ha Ha funny.
My youngest daughter (18 at the time) and I were taking our first LD train trip to visit my oldest daughter in Utah. This was a little over 2 years after my husband (thier dad) had passed away.
I had reserved a shared airport van to take us to the train station. What shows up? A Lincoln Town Car. All the vans were already in use. Our driver's name was Bill.
On the Cap, our SCA tells us his name - Bill. My daughter and I look at each other thinking what a coincident.
On the SWC, our SCA announces over the PA, you can call me William or you can call me Will (or was it Willie - this was a few years ago), but don't call me Bill. Yet another William/Bill.
We flew home and again were picked up by a Lincoln Town Car instead of a van. We did not get the driver's name this time.
Why is this "funny"? My husband's name is William and he went by both Bill and Will(ie). And he did not like to fly, so I assume he went out to Utah with us by train but stayed behind (or took the train back) when we flew home.
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For those who believe in an after life / paranormal activity, my oldest told me later, after I had told her this story, that she remembered something strange happening about the time she confirmed by a home test that she was pregnant (a few days after we had left). As I recall, the front door of their apartment opened and closed or something like that. I think her dad was letting her know he was there to watch over her and the baby. And I think she also experienced his presence during her labor. So I guess he did stay in Utah.